A Mother’s Love Through Her Daughter’s Eyes

Most of our articles have to do with motherhood, but today we would like to talk about a mother’s love through her daughter’s eyes.

The story that you can read here has been written by someone in our editorial team who was asked to share it with us and everyone else who wants to read it. For, dear readers, there is also room here for women who are not mothers.

Spring, 2017

The first time my partner and I rode a bus together, we were still in our twenties. There were so many people on the bus that only I got a seat.

My boyfriend stayed as close as he could despite the crowd.

In front of me sat a woman with a grumpy baby who was on the verge of starting to cry.

I looked the child in the eyes and I saw that his eyes followed mine. I started making funny faces and he started laughing.

Someone else got on the bus and I stood up so that he could sit, but I continued to stand close to the child.

I wore my jacket over my arm. It had a hood with some fur and I used it to make the little one laugh.

I pulled the furry hood together so that it was no longer a jacket, but rather a kind of stuffed animal.

Then I lightly touched the baby with the new dog-like toy. “Wow! Wow! Wow! ” said the dog, and the child shook with laughter.

The child’s mother looked at me amused and thanked me with a gesture. I assumed she thanked me for stopping the bullying from becoming an outbreak.

In turn, I thanked her for sharing a beautiful moment with me through her baby.

I saw that she was tired but happy. I knew she was a good mother who had a real mother’s love for her child.

Many passengers whispered on the bus about how I would become a good mother. I felt it was true, even though I had no idea about having children then.

I got rid of my boyfriend. None of us said anything.

Then he smiled and said, “Even though I do not want children, I must admit that you would be a good mother. You seem to get along well with children and they seem to like you. ”

We let go of that imagination and continued walking down the street. No matter how much I like children, I did not yet think about becoming a mother. My boyfriend laughed and kept walking.

My perception of a mother’s love

I remember my mother saying several times how she thinks she was born to be a mother.

She said there was nothing she loved more in this world than her children. That there was nothing or someone who could fill her with more satisfaction than watching her children overcome challenges.

She said she was so proud that she felt fulfilled every day simply because she had the opportunity to share her love with us.

Unlike my mother, many others feel that women do not come into the world solely to become mothers. I know that’s true too.

Even so, I believe in my mother. In addition to the conviction in her voice, I believe in the happiness that surrounds her when she tells everything without words.

I also see it when she says it to herself in silence and smiles happily.

This story has nothing to do with my own motherhood, but rather about the way I have perceived my mother’s love throughout my life.

I am 28 years old, and only know how to be a daughter

My mom has always been amazing with me and my siblings. She always made me feel her unconditional love.

I grew up seeing the many ways my mother could love a human being, besides me, my brothers and the rest of the family.

I am infinitely grateful for that

Thanks to my mother, I have learned to fully perceive love and share it with others.

I am the aunt of five nephews (at the moment) and have on many occasions participated, cared for and loved my nieces and nephews as if they were my own.

When I see a baby – on the bus, on the sidewalk or in a public place – I see how beautiful it is to have received this example of a mother’s love from my own.

I have accidentally learned how to be a mother

If one day I choose to have children, I am sure that I will be able to love my child above all else.

When I meet a child’s eyes, I can connect with him or her through some kind of honest and sincere gesture. I have always had that ability… or rather it was a gift from having been loved.

If I decide to never become a mother at any time, I am happy with how much I got to enjoy my own mother’s love.

Thanks. mother! Today, tomorrow and forever

Above all, I want to thank you for your love has made my heart grow big and strong.

If I’ve left something out, it’s because I want to write about you again.